Richmond High School - Treasure Chest Yearbook (Rockingham, NC)

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GHANTICLEER CLASS H ISTORY September of 1941 began a long school voyage, which has nearly ended, for some forty little boys and girls. Of those 40 only 18 have remained at Old Richmond, and they are the Class of 1955. As we set out on the O. R. S. we were small and unaware of what rough waves and storms lay before us. We sailed up to the first grade door, on that first day. Although we had no one to steer our boat there, once we arrived Mrs. Odell Kearney became our PILOT. We sailed through the first and second grades under her careful guidance. On our journey in the second grade we found Joe Brown in a big wave. After Mrs. Kearney had steered us for two years, she turned us over to Mrs. Fletcher, who steered us into that big wave of English. We floated through the woods on an EASTER EGG HUNT this year. Then we sailed on into the fourth grade, where at the beginning of the year Mrs. Frank Strupe guided our boat. This job must have been more than she could bear, for she soon turned her job over to Mrs. Melvin Hunter. This year Tanya Naylor canoed to Winston-Salem to school. xMrs. Hunter had a long trip to make with us for she sailed us all the way up stairs before she anchored the boat. We were up on the high seas for three years. The first year we were in the fiftlf grade, and our boat was guided by Miss Naomi Phillips. Tanya Naylor found that no boat sailed so smoothly as the O, R. S., so she returned this year. In the sixth grade and our second year on the high seas, we were unable to find a captain for our boat, so we boarded the boat with the seventh grade. This made theirs very crowded, but we enjoyed some new experiences this year. Billy Flynn, Alice jeune, and Becky Long were fortunate enough to join our merry crew. We survived the rough sailing of the sixth grade, and at last we came to our last year on the high seas, which was spent in the seventh grade. We had a boat to ourselves this year and we had Mr. Schroder as our Captain. We did more coloring maps this year than any thing else. Now at least we got off the high seas and were back to the sgood old sailing ocean. Miss Mildred Doub was our eighth grade steerer and she guided us into the many waves of high school preparations. It was this year that James Lawton joined our group. At the end of the year we went on a hayride to' Hanging Rock Park. For eight years now we had been riding the little O. R. S., but we had grown considerably and we looked overcrowded in it. So the next year we anchored this boat and boarded a larger one, the O. R. H. S. This meant we were in high school at last. 43

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CHANTICLEER N 2 5 i ' lg FLAG BEARERS Kreisler Speas, Tanya Naylor, Billy Flynn, Doris Doub, Bobby Sprinkle. I swing before your eyes as a bright gleam of color, a symbol of yourself, the pictured suggestion of that big thing which makes this nation. My stars and stripes are your dream and your labors. They are bright with cheer, brilliant with' courage, firm with faith, because you have made them so out of your hearts. For you are the makers of the flag and it is well that you glory in the making. BY FRANKLIN K. LANE FLAG SONG Sunset is low, In evening skies, Dark shadows grow, The bugle cries. Echoes are stirred, By hill' and town, Slow at their word, The flag comes down. Flag of our land, Dear Flag of Light, Watching, we stand, Good night, Good night. 42

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OHANTICLEER Mr. Ray Cates was the first to steer this new boat. We were all greenhands at changing classes this year. Doris Doub, Joann Burner, Tanya Naylor, Alice Jeune, Becky Long and Barbara Sprinkle joined the girls' varsity, and Bobby Sprinkle, Joe Brown, Lewis Newsome, June Smith, and Hoyle Hunter joined the boys' varsity. Dewey and Sara Roberson were newcomers to our boat. Doris Doub had an ice cream party at her dock. When we sailed into the 10th grade we were old hands at changing classes. Mr. james Hunter was the lucky man who guided us this year. Dewey and Sara Roberson left and Donald Baucom joined us. A Weiner Roast was held at Reynolds Park. At last we were full fledged juniors. There were some 22 of us on the O. R. H. S. For the past two years we had had a man to steer us, but this year things really changed, when Mrs. Myrtle Byrne took over the job. Donald Baucom sailed to Kentucky to school. Doris and Bobby Doub gave the juniors and Seniors a Valentine Party. On May 9, 1952 we gave the Seniors a banquet at Reynolds Grill, and, in return they gave us a picnic at Reynolds Park. Time flew and before we knew it, we were dignified Seniors. Yes, dignified we must have been then, to survive the terrible storm that blew upon us, and tore our class so dreadfully apart. Some attended schools elsewhere, while some only stayed home. We were shaken and tossed about, sometimes almost more than we could bear. Then on December 31, 1952, the victorious day came, and we were given our school back. We were so glad to be united once again at our Alma Mater after such a long separation. Mrs. Roy Holland had the difficult job of putting our crew back to the helm once more. It took much understanding and kindness on her part. We lost Alice Jeune, Becky Long, Hilda Ring and Delmar Wall, but despite that, we have tried and looked forward to being successful in making this year the best ever. Besides doing our work, we pushed in the big job of publishing this edition of The Cbanticleerf' One of out merry days, was the Ma and Pa Kettle day in which each and every Senior took part. In April we were entertained at the Y. W. C. A. by the Junior class, at a Junior-Senior Banquet. We gave the juniors a party in return for the nice banquet, and also had other parties in th eschool park. Then in May we presented Oh Aunt jerusha, as our Senior play. All this and many other things took place and then came the day we had all been striving for, Graduation, We then realized that what we thought would be a long twelve years of school had really been too short. Although we were glad to receive our diplomas, and have bid you our last farewell, we shall never forget the 'roughs and toughs and happy times that were enjoyed at Old Richmond by the Class of '53. Historians J. C. RIERSON KRIESLER SPEAS 44